I have an entire plot lined up for one continuous fic this month which I just planned out last night (my Gods, HOW!?) but I know myself too well to pretend I'll be updating on time every day. However I plan to start off right, so here we go.

Day 1 - No Powers

The last thing Marinette had expected when she woke up that morning was Chat Noir smashing through the window to her front room –especially just as she was trying to make her escape from her parents in order to transform. Never a particularly graceful person, she was used to making a fool of herself in front of people with minimal embarrassment but still found her face burning at the shocked screech that left her mouth.

She watched as the boy tried to pick himself up, wobbling and flinching as he wiped broken glass from his cheek –his bloody cheek, she noted– and wobbled over towards his unlikely entry point.

"Chat Noir!" her mother said in shock, dashing over to him and blocking the way to the window, "What happened? Are you alright?"

He hesitated a moment before he spoke and when he did, it was as if the breath he required to form words pained him. "I'm okay. The akuma just cancelled out my powers, I think. I couldn't really aim my baton when I tried to jump to the next roof."

"And you're still trying to go out there!?" Marinette scolded him, moving away from her staircase to join her mother in standing in front of the window, refusing him access to the outside.

He looked at her like she'd said the most ridiculous thing in the world, attempting to subtly sidestep around her as he did and frowning when she moved with him. "Of course!" he said, "Ladybug hasn't arrived yet, so someone needs to keep him distracted. Besides, she'll fix me up when we capture the akuma."

"But you could die out there without your abilities."

"That's just the risk us superheroes take," he said, clutching his chest as he tried to smirk but instead only managed a grimace.

Marinette looked at him sternly, her lips pursing into a pout.

"No."

"No? You can't say no. I'm the hero here, I make calls like this all the time."

"All the time?" she said in utter disbelief, as he tried to move around her again to the broken pane, "That's worse! Papa!"

She watched as her father carefully, but firmly wrapped his arms around the much smaller boy from behind, who struggled in his grasp as much as the stabbing and throbbing sensations in his body would let him. He yelped a few times and Tom loosened his grip enough to avoid causing more pain, but not enough to give Chat an escape route.

"You need to stay out of this fight, son," Tom told him, "Let Ladybug do this one alone. Or she can get one of the other heroes to help. You'll only make her worry if you get hurt anymore."

"But she won't know why I'm not there!" Chat yelled, "I can't let her risk herself! I need to be there for her!"

Marinette blushed a little at Chat's obvious concern for her safety over his own well-being and resolved to have an extremely long talk with him next time she saw him as Ladybug about his severe lack of self-preservation instincts.

"I'll go ask Alya to put an alert through the Ladyblog," she told him, "Um, I left my phone upstairs. I might just go and, uh, stay on the line with her while she does it. You know, to make sure Ladybug gets it!"

She dashed up to her room as quickly as she could, transforming the moment the trapdoor slammed shut and sprinting up to her bed and the balcony beyond it. She wanted to take care of this before her kitty hurt himself trying to help her, or worse – trying to fight his way past her parents.

This was written and edited in about 40 minutes so I hope nothing reads too badly. Let me know if you find any typos or anything reads strangely and I can fix it as I go.